Time quietly passed, and three days flitted by in a hurry.
In his small courtyard, Lin Tianming was tightly clutching a golden spirit sword, currently channeling his energy to refine and claim it as his own.
An hour passed, and Lin Tianming loosened his grip on the spirit sword, which swiftly left the palm of his hand, spinning endlessly around him.
After five consecutive days of refining, Lin Tianming finally succeeded in claiming all twenty spirit swords as his own.
He took out all the spirit swords, and they lined up neatly in front of him. Each one was a first order top-quality spiritual instrument.
So many spirit swords, and a complete set at that—given their power, if put up for auction, it's feared that even twenty thousand spirit stones might not be enough to buy them.
